Rachel
Over the years I’ve bought a few copies of Let Me Stand Alone: The Journals of Rachel Corrie But before I got to cracking it open for myself I would think of a young person…
Category: No Time for Poetry but Exactly What Is
Presence
“In my visits to the hospitals, I found it was in the simple matter of Personal Presence, and emanating ordinary cheer and magnetism, that I succeeded and help’d more than by medical nursing or delicacies,…
You’re Going So Far Away, But…
When I look in my heart, I find you there! When I meet 90 new students next week, I’ll see you in those looks of expectation and curiosity. When I come into my home, I…
Snail Mail Scribble for Srimatiji
“My deep dream is to be An invisible bodhisattva No web-site with bells and whistles No 2,000 friends on Facebook No acclaim Fame or melodrama
Ask, the Master said, and you shall receive…
I turn 52 next week. I could use an infusion of brio, brilliance, and balance. May I see you?
Querida Aryanna
At last After thousands of lectures Tens of thousands of test questions Innumerable essays, interviews, rotations You’re now an M.D. And in the first week of your residency!
Just This
Bella Levenshteyn I hope you are … Smiling (hourly) Singing (daily) Laughing (one hundred times a fortnight) PS
Send Me (J’aurais toujours faim de votre écriture)
Bella Levenshteyn Send me your grocery list. Send me your nerdiness über alles summer reading list. Send me a 100-line poem with old-school rhyme scheme. Send me your uncensored 30th (but who’s counting?) birthday wish. Send…
Sick Of/2 by Katie Murphy
A few weeks ago, I reposted a writing practice–topic: Sick Of–by Katie Madges. Katie Murphy commented that she’d write her riff on the same topic. And so, here it is… I’m sick of my boss I’m…
The Wedding—
with its three major conflicts brewing (“you’re on my side, aren’t you?”) and seven minor ones simmering (“he was a loser then, he’s even worse now”) the bride’s burning eyes (“there’s only one way to…